<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460680878395651552</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:03:01.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Fishing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johns-flyfishing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460680878395651552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johns-flyfishing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>flyfishingebooks.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14633045707969309778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460680878395651552.post-7221940364986906751</id><published>2007-09-02T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T14:09:26.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Fishing History</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fly Fishing History&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fly fishing enjoys a very long and illustrious history.  Though it was recently popularized by movies such as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/redirect?link_code=ur2&amp;tag=myguidetobeau-20&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;path=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2Fgp%2Fproduct%2FB000BBOUEK%2Fqid%3D1142860164%2Fsr%3D8-3%2Fref%3Dpd_bbs_3%3F%255Fencoding%3DUTF8%26v%3Dglance%26n%3D130"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;A River Runs Through It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, fly fishing has roots in true antiquity.  Perhaps the earliest known references to fishing with a lure made to resemble a natural prey item come from around the third century AD, or about the year 200.  In a book called De Natura Animalium (On the Nature of Animals), Claudius Aelianus very briefly describes a group of Macedonian people who fish for trout using red thread and chicken feathers attached to a hook, resembling a long-winged crimson fly that could often be seen sitting on the surface of the water.  This, of course, was only the beginning - it's unknown as to whether or not fly fishing had an earlier birth, but what is certain is that the ancient method for catching fish has survived to this day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The actual form of fly fishing that we know today - that is, "false casting" the fly back and forth, using the weight of the line to throw the lure out into the water - didn't come into existence until the eighteen hundreds.  Before that time, would-be anglers evidently hoped for dark, windy weather so that they could keep from casting a shadow on the water (so as not to scare the fish away), and could also send their lines into the breeze.  In many cases, before the nineteenth century, people constructed poles (some over ten feet long) out of pliable, bendable wood, with cane hooks for handles.  They didn't have reels, for the most part, either. The few reels fishermen did have caused more trouble than they were worth, making their lines kink or making the process of bringing a fish in even more difficult than it already was.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What's more, lines were made out of horsehair and were woven by individual people; a lot of times, they would become waterlogged or wear out.  Often one needed to soak the lines to make them pliable.  It wasn't until the later part of the century that the industrial revolution came about with new breakthroughs in textile manufacture - and, subsequently, the production of better lines.  Some were still made out of horsehair, others made out of silk, and still others constructed of a combination of the two.  Much has changed in the last few centuries. Today's fly lines and leaders are a joy to use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the history of fly fishing, gear has gone from poles of up to eighteen feet long, or as short as six to eight feet, with reels in every conceivable position, with line that was fuzzy or split or otherwise woefully inadequate compared to the equipment available today.  Somehow, though, anglers managed to become proficient enough to feed their families or to fish professionally. &lt;br /&gt;In the more modern times, fly fishing has become less a necessity and more an enjoyable pastime.  From freshwater fishing to saltwater fishing, fly fishing is more widespread than ever before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2460680878395651552-7221940364986906751?l=johns-flyfishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johns-flyfishing.blogspot.com/feeds/7221940364986906751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2460680878395651552&amp;postID=7221940364986906751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460680878395651552/posts/default/7221940364986906751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460680878395651552/posts/default/7221940364986906751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johns-flyfishing.blogspot.com/2007/09/fly-fishing-history.html' title='Fly Fishing History'/><author><name>flyfishingebooks.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14633045707969309778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460680878395651552.post-6035971081187419237</id><published>2007-08-06T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T13:43:13.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Biggest Trout !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_80ruYRuuRlE/RreC7kFjxyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9lWqNBfeRA4/s1600-h/blackfootriver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095685463203890978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_80ruYRuuRlE/RreC7kFjxyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9lWqNBfeRA4/s320/blackfootriver2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello to all;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was thinking the other day of the largest trout I've caught to date. We were camped in Slough Creek in the North East corner of Yellowstone Park. It was a beautiful day in July, sunny and warm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was fishing a number 18 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PMD&lt;/span&gt; on 5X &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tippet&lt;/span&gt;. I saw the fish feeding before I got in the creek. It was near the left bank feeding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aggressively&lt;/span&gt;. I watched for a while and tried to figure out what it was feeding on and finally went with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PMD&lt;/span&gt; because I just couldn't figure out what they were feeding on. I slid into the river about 15 feet below the fish very quietly. I did not want to alarm him. I got about 3 feet off his line and cast about 5 feet above him. To my amazement he tried to hit it and missed. (At least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what I thought at the time). I cast again in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;approximately&lt;/span&gt; the same place and this time he was on. I hooked him in the right corner of his mouth. He took off down stream and the fight was on. I followed him down stream being very careful where I stepped. He seemed to tire quickly, thank goodness, because I was concerned I could loose it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I could tell he was a large fish by the way he felt. It felt like I was reeling in a log at times. My rod was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Orvis&lt;/span&gt; Power Matrix 10 in 4 weight. I fought the fish for only a few minutes and soon he was by my side. I had a small net with me and he barley fit into it. I was a little worried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;handling&lt;/span&gt; that beautiful fish, I didn't want to hurt him, but I got him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;hooked easily due to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;barb less&lt;/span&gt; hook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My brother saw how much my rod was bent and came running to help me. We measured the fish at 20 inches and set it free. I remember feeling very happy with catching that Cut throat trout, but also even happier setting it free unharmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2460680878395651552-6035971081187419237?l=johns-flyfishing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johns-flyfishing.blogspot.com/feeds/6035971081187419237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2460680878395651552&amp;postID=6035971081187419237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460680878395651552/posts/default/6035971081187419237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2460680878395651552/posts/default/6035971081187419237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johns-flyfishing.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-biggest-trout.html' title='My Biggest Trout !'/><author><name>flyfishingebooks.com</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14633045707969309778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_80ruYRuuRlE/RreC7kFjxyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9lWqNBfeRA4/s72-c/blackfootriver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
